Chapter 1061: Chapter 820: A Difficult Problem Two months later, when the first snowflakes of early winter floated down from the sky, the special envoy from afar finally stepped onto the land of Tanbo after passing through Kyotō’s customs.
Holding the emblem of the Rome Genealogy, the envoy moved hastily, directly entering the increasingly guarded campus, arriving at the office floor of the main building, and met the young man with a kindly smile on his face.
"You want to see the teacher..."
The Wood Cottage flipped the credentials in his hand over and over, full of curiosity: "Roman?"
"Yes, that’s correct."
The envoy behind the desk handled the situation without any awkwardness when faced with difficulties, calmly replying: "It’s just a notification to relay, my identity can be guaranteed by the Mercury Institution under the Vatican in Rome, and you can verify it on-site."
The Wood Cottage shook his head: "What matter? You can tell me as well."
"Apologies, but I must meet him in person."
The envoy raised the case in his hand, displaying the Lock Chain fastened on his wrist and the case: "Including the contents, they must be handed over to him personally."
"To be honest, I believe you’re not disguised as some kind of small fry." The Wood Cottage scratched his face, frankly saying: "But your institution, its reputation isn’t so good, you know what I mean, right?"
The envoy nodded calmly: "So, I can understand your caution."
To put it simply, while the Vatican is the central and core of the Rome Genealogy, exuding magnificence, the suffix is different.
— The Mercury Institution.
Named after the traveler from the twelve main gods of Rome, it looks like a courier department, but aside from handling the postal system, its other operations are fundamentally different from ordinary courier agencies.
This is a special agency.
Notorious, to say the least.
Bribery, abduction, extortion, assassination, even launching terrorist attacks when necessary.
In the long-standing struggle with the Russian Federation’s Eagle Eye Bureau, who knows how many things without bottom lines have been done.
Letting people like this meet Huai Shi.
To be honest, it’s a bit of an eyesore to him...
"Please rest assured." The envoy promised: "I understand Mr. Huai Shi’s situation makes it inconvenient to meet guests, but due to the limits of my duty, I must come to disturb him.
I can guarantee I will not do anything harmful to Mr. Huai Shi’s personal safety."
As soon as he spoke, the Wood Cottage’s expression turned subtly.
As if looking at a fool.
Examining the man before him, looking at the calluses washed away by potion on his fingers, the killing weapon buried within his bones, even the explosively powerful yet thin body and the scars on his arm from countless battles.
Indeed, he is an unadulterated expert, even among the Third Stage, a formidable adversary.
Only...
"...Just you?"
The Wood Cottage shook his head and laughed: "I wasn’t particularly worried about that."
The envoy furrowed his brows in confusion, sensing the condescension but not minding it, merely waiting for his explanation.
"This person..." The Wood Cottage wanted to address him but realized after a long while that he hadn’t introduced his own name yet.
"Marcus." The envoy prompted.
"Alright, Mr. Marcus, you hold the Vatican’s credentials, and I’ve verified your identity. You represent Rome, and we at Tanbo Campus aren’t ignorant of etiquette; we should warmly welcome you, and the teacher wouldn’t be so arrogant as to turn away an envoy from the Vatican."
The Wood Cottage thought for a moment and seriously explained: "But the key is, recently he’s very busy, and I don’t know if he has the time to attend to other matters."
Saying this, the Wood Cottage stood up, took a coat from the rack, picked up the car keys, and gestured to him: "When you see it, you’ll understand, please follow me."
The envoy, confused, stood and followed behind.
Just like that, a car quickly drove out of the garage, passing the busy construction sites on both sides, traversing the gradually congested downtown, and even catching a distant glimpse of the legendary growing casting research center like living metal.
And so, gradually heading outside.
In the passenger seat, Marcus remained expressionless.
Just his body gradually tensing up.
"Relax, if we had bad intentions, there wouldn’t be a need to bring you this far..." The Wood Cottage seemed to know what he was thinking, "Did you see those two people drinking tea at the entrance of the campus? The older one is called Amada, you might not have heard of him, the other one playing chess with him is called Kudagawa."
Marcus was silent for a moment, suddenly asking: "Which Kudagawa?"
"The one you’ve heard of, the General’s henchman, after dismissal sent to Tanbo for reemployment by the Sword Saint."
The Wood Cottage explained: "This is Tanbo; we’re not interested in your external entanglements, nor are we reduced to taking action against guests, rest assured."
Marcus didn’t speak.
The Wood Cottage glanced at him, also offering no further explanation.
In the silence, Marcus heard the sound of distant tides slowly rising, the slightly cool sea breeze blowing through the lowered window, revealing a line of azure sea in the afternoon sunlight.
In the wind, distant sounds faintly echoed.
As if a cello gently vibrated, long and deep. Solemn drumbeats embedded within, forming a vast resonance, spreading in all directions.
It seemed as if even the sound of tides responded to that rhythm, melting into it.